Ahoy from Bristol

I've had a great visit with Olive so far. When my parents and I passed through last September, I had no idea what we were missing (sorry Mum!)

The city is just full of different architectural styles from various eras throughout history. I love just wandering around town, taking it all in.

It seems that Bristol's history is tightly linked with the sea... Trade, explorers, piracy, the slave trade, press gangs.

Tomorrow we go on a self-guided treasure trail. "This trail explores the many faces of Redcliffe and Temple, from historic caves, through the industrialisation of the city to the stylish glass and steel redevelopment at Temple Quay."

Strange Behaviour

I often find that as I'm in bed, trying to shut down my brain for the night, I have a song or tune running loops around the outer edges. Tonight it was [dramatically shortened] "a, e, i, o u, a vowel is in every word, that we read or write."

Children can be so strange. We affectionately term the underachieving Year 1's "Dozy Ducks". Every morning I have to cajole, bribe, entice, bully and manipulate them into staying focused and singing the alphabet and vowel song with the rest of the class (who likely don't need it anymore). Then I give them Golden Time on Friday afternoon, and the rest of the class is off playing lego or house, and my Dozy Ducks are glued to the whiteboard, fighting over who gets to use the pointer, all of them singing the alphabet song. What the bleep?

Huskimo Land!

Yay! It snowed last night.

I was out for a walk this morning when a kid burst out of his house at a run, arms in the air, shouting "HUSKIMO LAND! We live in huskimo land!!!" Poor kid seems a little confused. Someone should teach him that A) huskies and Eskimos are not interbreedable, and that B) they're Inuit.